"Bang!" The gunshot rang out, the muzzle almost pressed against the head of the person charging forward. The bullet penetrated, leaving a bullet hole, ca out the other side, carrying a trail of blood. A point-blank shot didn't result in a headshot, but the enemy fell dead on the spot.
Luo Zheng seized the opportunity and propelled himself forcefully towards the enemy who fired the shot. With the reverse grip on his military knife, it twisted bizarrely in the air, creating a sinister Death God's streak, quickly slashing the opponent's neck, spurting a blood stream explosively. The enemy's face twisted in horror, instinctively dropping the gun, clasping his neck tightly, yet unable to stop the blood gushing out.
This enemy's mouth opened widely, trying to shout sothing, eyes bulging with endless unwillingness and confusion. His body fell heavily. Even in death, he couldn't fathom how Luo Zheng struck so swiftly; he only managed to fire one shot. Luo Zheng didn't bother a glance at him, grabbing another enemy by the chest with his left hand, the knife in his right hand jabbed straight into the opponent's heart, shoving him towards another enemy.
In the midst of chaos, Luo Zheng's icy gaze scanned the cave position. The enemy camp began accumulating forces again, seemingly preparing to continue the assault. His brows furrowed tightly, shouting, "Quick battle, no quarters, kill!"
"Kill!" Ghost Hand and Madela also rose in heroic vigor, engaging in close combat with the surrounding enemies. Ghost Hand's exquisite skill was not only swift but uncanny; each strike precisely targeted the enemy's throat, ensuring a fatal blow, felling several enemies around him.
Madela's combat prowess was comparatively lower but still superior to these ard personnel, with several enemies downed around him. His strikes were fierce and solid, maintaining an advantage. Upon hearing Luo Zheng's furious roar, they intensified their efforts and sped up.
In a blink, Luo Zheng dispatched three enemies around him and glanced quickly over at Ghost Hand and Madela. He noticed each had only one enemy left tangled in combat, posing no threat, and breathed a sigh of relief, yelling, "Take them out, clear the battlefield, prepare to retreat, enemies are attacking again."
"Roger." Ghost Hand and Madela swiftly eliminated their foes and began combing the battlefield, gathering suitable magazines and grenades, and even securing food supplies. Three minutes later, they saw the enemy launching another assault, swarming ahead in even greater numbers than before.
The previous fight saw Luo Zheng's sniper rifle taking out leaders and heavy weapons from a distance, weakening enemy combat strength. This ti was different; Luo Zheng's sniper rifle was still usable, but ammo was running low, preventing further long-range eliminations. They hastened to clear the battlefield.
Luo Zheng picked up a few spare magazines, swiftly scanned the battlefield and spotted a heavy machine gun. His eyes lit up, rushing over to it. Beside the machine gunner's corpse lay scattered a few magazines just the right caliber, 12.7mm rounds. Luo Zheng was overjoyed, quickly snatching them up, stashing them on his body. Hearing Ghost Hand's alarm, he looked up to see the enemies had reached the thousand-ter line; delaying further was too late. He imdiately turned and sprinted, shouting, "Quick, retreat back."
They raced back to the position, grabbed their previous weapons and rapidly retreated, sprinting headlong. After about two kiloters, they reached their previous observation point, a dirt slope with a cave. Underneath a corpse here lay grenades, but they avoided disturbing the body and quickly seized the vantage point for concealnt, setting up their weapons.
At this point, they noticed that the enemies had reached the hill where they were previously hidden, about two thousand ters away, swarming over. Ghost Hand coldly asked the pursuing enemies, "Should we engage?"
"Engage, why not?" Luo Zheng replied coldly, raising his sniper rifle, adding, "Madela, co and assist, Ghost Hand, you provide cover fire."
"Understood." ca Ghost Hand and Madela's response. Luo Zheng placed the heavy machine gun magazines aside and quickly aid at the advancing enemies, opening fire, emptying a clip. anwhile, Madela had already extracted bullets from the magazines to load into sniper rifle-specific magazines. Luo Zheng took it up, chambered the rounds, continuing his lethal firing.
Two thousand ters isn't close. Enemies would take so ti to advance, providing ample opportunity for Luo Zheng to snipe nurous foes. Although the attackers were nurous, covering the ground thicker than before, the ridge they crossed was limited in size. Their forces couldn't fully spread out and offered no cover along the way. Every approaching enemy beca a live target, nearly every shot from Luo Zheng taking one down.
Quickly, Madela couldn't keep up with Luo Zheng's firing rate, forcing him to slow. As the enemies breached the thousand-ter line, he shouted quickly, "Cease fire, keep retreating, Ghost Hand, let's move."
"Understood." Ghost Hand said gravely; the number was too vast to resist like last ti, necessitating a retreat. The trio raced along the ridge, soon reaching the stone-piled slope, swiftly seeking concealnt, glaring coldly at the approaching foes.
The enemy was rely a kiloter away, rushing in pursuit swiftly. Luo Zheng coldly eyed the leading chargers, commanding, "Press the ammunition for , I'll stifle their rampant advance."
"Understood." Ghost Hand and Madela quickly complied, faces serious, springing into action.
Luo Zheng continued to aim at the foes, firing persistently, slaying those leading the charge. With the pair aiding in pressing ammunition, Luo Zheng's firing rate surged, every two seconds claiming an enemy's life. His deanor was icy, tiger eyes narrowing to deadly needles; with adequate ammunition, Luo Zheng fought fiercely, inflicting heavy losses on the enemy.
Three minutes later, the enemies abandoned dozens of bodies, yet advanced to the five hundred ter line. Luo Zheng understood they couldn't linger; being caught up could be perilous. Stowing his sniper rifle, he shouted, "Keep retreating, these bastards are relentless now, guess we've thoroughly enraged them."
"That's good news, let's retreat." Ghost Hand agreed.
"Not good, more enemies arriving from the left, unknown numbers but definitely over a thousand." Lan Xing's voice echoed with deep concern over the earpiece.
Luo Zheng's face darkened, swiftly turning to see nurous enemies pouring from Hariri's valley direction. His brow twitched fiercely; murderously yelling, "Quick, provide us a safe route."
"To the right, past the mountain ridge, roughly five kiloters ahead lies a dense forest." Lan Xing promptly replied.
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